Author: Tathagata PM
A poem about Tir'na Nog'th. I don't own it, Zelazny does. It's kinda abstract.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Fantasy - Words: 211 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 06-15-05 - id: 2439962
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The sun shone too much during the daytime, with
This God-awful hue of brazen citrus, heat
Beating down on my back, scorching and burning
My precious epithelial tissues, leaving
Visible reminders of my out of doors activities.
The breezes licked my body, taking with them
Vast amounts of unwanted sebatious gland
Secretion, leaving this skin of mine feeling
Cooler, drier. What little sweat remained smeared with
A dirt mixture, providing a small ounce of protective shade.
The sun, though, had other plans for me just then;
He decided it was time to retire
And let me alone as he dipped below that
Far off horizon. The dull throb of my scorched skin
Contrasted with the already much cooler twilit landscape.
My work for the day was done, so I rested
On the chilled, smooth concrete of the front porch step
And watched as one star after another winked
Into existence in the night sky above me.
Slowly, the Empress of the Night shone her lovely silver face
Down onto me, turning the world into some
Distant dream, some ghostly reflection of the
Nonexistent beauty of a paradise
Lost in moonlit night above that Sea of Rebma
Hiding the treasures of Tir'na Nog'th just beyond my mind's eye.